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Chapter Thirty-four Snuggled tightly in Grace's embrace, I slept like a baby that night. None of the torment I often felt in the past when I suspected Grace had been with a man gnawed at me. No. This time, even though I knew that she had been with a man, it seemed that my presence, my awareness, indeed, my participation, in the act, converted it into something different. It did feel, as Grace described it, as though the act was more about us, as a couple, than about her being fucked by a man. My sleep was deep and sound. An amazing dream overtook me. In my dream, Grace was on top of me, my penis impaling her soft, wet, hungry pussy. It felt amazing! For the first time in I could not recall when, I was fucking her. I did not want it to end and so I resisted waking up to end the dream. The dream was so vivid that I could even hear Grace's voice as she rode me. "Does it feel good baby? Does it feel so, so good? Mmmmm. You fit me so nicely. Not too big. But it feels nice. Are you ready to cum in me? Are you ready?" she asked, a desperate need in her tone. "Come on baby!" she cried out. "Do it! Do it now!" Fuck! The dream was amazing! I wanted it to last, but I could not resist Grace's command. I began spewing cum, having an unbelievable wet dream, which caused me to wake up. And that is when I saw Grace sitting on me, her head tilted back in ecstasy. Damn! It had not been a dream! Grace was fucking me. She'd mounted me in my sleep and we made love! Grace, after catching her breath, smiled at me. "Nice way to wake up sweetie?" I nodded, incredulous to discover what just happened. "Yes! That was awesome!" Still breathing deeply, Grace answered, "Yeah. Not too bad. So, are you ready?" she asked expectantly. I hesitated, but then figured out what she meant. "Yes. I'm ready." Grace rose off of me, letting my soft, spent penis slip out from within her. She flipped around and positioned her pussy over my mouth. As she lowered her shaved mons closer to my lips, so that I could begin licking and sucking her clean, I felt her fingers grasp my softened penis and in a few quick and svelte-like moves, I felt her slip on and lock the chastity cage back into place. Now I was beginning to understand how that was going to work for the future. I licked and sucked her smooth pussy, which I did like, by the way, until there was no more of my sperm remaining inside of her. In the process, Grace had another long and quiet orgasm. When I finished, Grace turned around and kissed me, sharing with me the remnants of my cum. She then snuggled closely and whispered, "I love you Danni. Thank you for everything." "I love you too. And you're welcome." I was so happy to see Grace feeling the way she was. We lay quietly beside each other for quite a while. Then Grace got up and told me to come join her in the shower. I didn't hesitate. Her attention and focus upon me felt so good. I didn't want to miss a second of it. We kissed and petted each other in the shower as we washed ourselves. When we finished, Grace announced that we had to get dressed because we were going to meet Mandy for lunch in Georgetown. Grace wore a pair of tight fitting jeans and one of my blue Oxford cloth shirts, tied into a knot at her waist, with the top buttons opened, revealing the tops of her breasts. Before I had a chance to decide what to wear, Grace handed me a navy blue pleated skirt and a white blouse to wear. Thus, I needed to apply some makeup and brush out a wig to wear. Rather than the blonde wig I'd worn the night before, I chose my long auburn colored one. Grace wore high heels, but I wore a more comfortable two-inch heel. Being dressed as a woman made me less self- conscious about Grace being taller than me. We were able to walk to the restaurant where we agreed to meet Mandy. She was already at a table when we walked in. Mandy was wearing a tennis outfit. It turned out she was supposed to play later in the afternoon. We greeted each other with hugs and then sat down. A waitress approached us to take drink orders and left us with menus. We all glanced over them and decided what we wanted, and when the waitress returned, told her our selections. I had simply thought we were meeting Mandy for lunch, just for fun. But as soon as our waitress left us alone, Mandy gets this big grin on her face and asks, "So! How was it? I want to know details girls!" 'Was she talking about last night?' I wondered. Did Grace tell her? I was stunned at the realization. I probably should not have been, given Grace's and Mandy's history. I had just thought that we'd have kept this thing private. Grace was watching for my reaction. There was no point in getting mad though. Grace shared everything with Mandy. "Do you mind Danni?" Grace asked me, seeming to respect my feelings. "I suppose not," I replied. "Shoot! It was kind of her idea anyway," I added. Grace did not even flinch when I mentioned that. "Wellll," Grace began, "It was pretty fucking hot Mandy! For everyone I think, including Danni. Don't you agree Danni?" she sought my opinion. I nodded. "Mostly, yes." "See there! Even she loved it." Mandy demanded details and so Grace gave them to her, while I sat and listened and tried to not turn too bright of a color of red as the story of our tryst was revealed. Mandy was enraptured by the tale. When Grace finished, Mandy turned to me and exclaimed, "So you sucked your first cock? Isn't that special!" How do I explain the difference between how I felt the night before, when Grace and I were doing this thing, and the way I felt as the story was told Mandy? When it was me and Grace, and Tom, I could block out everything other than the event as it unfolded. But here? Now? The retelling of it in front of Mandy? That felt different. Nonetheless, I nodded to confirm that she was correct. Mandy was beaming! She asked Grace, "So? Are you guys gonna do it again?" Grace was quiet, biting her lower lip. "I, ah, I want to," Grace told Mandy. "But we haven't really had a chance to discuss it yet." Mandy looked to me for an answer. But I repeated Grace's statement, "We haven't had time to discuss it." "Wow!" Mandy sighed. "It sounds like it was amazing! And look at you Grace! You're positively glowing. You too Danni," she added. "I don't see how you can not do it again." Grace, apparently seeing my discomfort, steered the conversation away from the previous night. Mandy then told us about her new contract with the software company who was trying to sell out to Microsoft. Eventually, our waitress brought us a check and Mandy snatched it. "Lunch is on me!" We thanked her for lunch as we stood to leave. Mandy hung back and walked with me for a moment. "Danni," she whispered. "It's maybe none of my business, but do you see how radiant Grace is today? What you did for her? It was awesome! She is sooo lucky to have you!" "Thank you," I replied. "She does seem to have a bounce in her step," I admitted. We said goodbye to Mandy at the door and Grace and I wandered off together, hand in hand. We strolled Georgetown, stopping into a few shops on the way home. Other than my momentary discomfort when Mandy was pressing for details about our previous evening with Tom, the afternoon was another amazing day with my wife. There was no question but that Grace had a glow on. If only I could be more responsible, as I had this morning, for creating her high. We returned home and changed into some comfy clothes, and then curled up together on the couch and had a glass of wine and watched a movie. Grace and I never discussed the previous night together. Other than her thanking me. But we were very relaxed together. I didn't even mind the dressing up. After the movie we turned in to bed and, other than snuggling, fell asleep holding each other. In the morning Grace helped me remove my breast forms and then we got dressed and went our separate ways to work. I talked to my mom and sister, as they had left messages for me. They just wanted to find out how things were going. I assured them we were doing great, and mostly, we were. They were also doing well, and they told me they wanted to come visit in D.C. soon. Rhonda actually planed to see Rex, perhaps as early as this weekend. Grace and I had another pretty normal 'married couple' week. We really were extremely compatible in our day to day life. When we were home, I mostly dressed en femme for her. She just seemed to expect it, and frankly, I'd grown comfortable doing so. When we were each home early, we prepared dinner together, and exchanged playful banter with each other, often teasing me about what a natural housewife I was. And it was true that I was quite domestic. But a lot of men were good cooks and liked an organized household. I was merely doing so while wearing a frilly apron. There was one moment during the week that was troubling. We were in bed petting and kissing before going to sleep. I wasn't wearing my breast forms and Grace was playing with my nipples. In fact, it felt good, and they even grew in response to her touch, just as hers did when I played with them. She escalated things and began kissing them. She'd never done that before and I let out an involuntary gasp in response. It felt really good. When I moaned, Grace whispered, "You wouldn't believe how good it would feel if they were bigger!" Her comment threw me off for a moment. They weren't bigger, and how could they be? Grace continued to kiss and suck them though, and my response must have been what motivated her to continue. Grace moaned and groaned as she sucked my nipples, adding to the eroticism of her actions. While she did it, she reached between my legs and began wiggling her finger around and inside of my ass. I lost all control at that point, reacting to the stimuli that Grace was exerting upon me. I don't recall the words I spoke, but they were all designed to encourage Grace to please not stop what she was doing. And she didn't, at least not until she brought me to an amazing, caged orgasm, resulting in a flood of discharge that I was soon swallowing with Grace's assistance. "Did you like that baby?" Grace asked me, as if she needed me to tell her so. "Oh God! That was amazing! Where did that come from Grace?" She chuckled. "That's how it feels for a woman when a man reaches her in the right place. It's more than an orgasm. It's a complete explosion within ones sexuality. I find it hard to explain in words, so I thought I'd show you. I'm glad you enjoyed it." She then kissed me goodnight and went to sleep. As for me, I lay awake contemplating what just happened. And trying to reconcile in my mind how it was that I was so responsive to what Grace described as a feminine orgasm. It was unsettling, to say the least. Nothing was said the next morning, but it felt like Grace was looking at me a little funny, as if she was trying to see how I was behaving following the previous night. However, we did not talk about it, and we each went off to work like usual. Friday arrived and the weekend was set to begin. Rhonda did come to D.C. to visit Rex, and we invited them over for dinner Saturday night. I wanted to make sure that Grace was not expecting me to dress as a woman for the evening. Although Rhonda and Rex had seen me dressed at the wedding, and so it was no secret about me dressing up for Grace, I simply felt too embarrassed to do so in front of my sister and Grace's boss under the circumstances. Grace passed it off nonchalantly as if she had never considered that I would dress en femme. Needless to say, I was quite relieved. Saturday morning Grace arranged to go shopping with Rhonda. She left me to clean the house and do the laundry, as well as organize dinner. It's funny, but Grace said nothing about me wearing a uniform while I cleaned, but that is precisely what I did. I had grown so used to dressing up when I cleaned house that it just seemed to make sense. My cleaning routine was pretty well set, so getting everything done didn't take too long. I prepared lasagna for dinner, and a salad to go with it. I wrapped a loaf of Italian bread in foil so it could be warmed up in the oven. Once I had dinner arranged, I set the dining room table and then collapsed on the sofa to relax for a while. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to Grace kissing me softly on my mouth. "Hi baby," she cooed. "Busy day?" I smiled. "I suppose. You?" "Yeah. We had fun. I really like your sister. And boy does she like Rex!" "Really?" I asked. "Yeah. I think she may be falling for him." "You do? He won't hurt her, will he?" "Oh, I think she enjoys it Danni," Grace grinned. "Nooo," I responded. "I don't mean like that. He won't hurt her emotionally, is what I mean. Will he?" Grace laughed. "I was just kidding anyway. And no, I don't think he'll hurt her. I think he likes her too. This may have worked out all around." She flopped down next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. We sat next to each other for a while and then she decided we needed to get ready for the evening. So we went to the bedroom and then jumped in the shower together. Grace dressed herself tonight. And although she did not insist that I wear a dress, she did lay out some sexy lingerie for me to wear beneath my male clothes. As for herself, she wore a very sexy and tight mini-skirt and tight top, and stockings and fairly high heels. We were helping each other get thing ready in the kitchen when the elevator door rang, indicating the arrival of Rex and Rhonda. Grace made a beeline to greet them, and as I trailed behind her I heard her screech, in a very southern belle sort of accent I'd never heard Grace use before, "Well hush my mouth! If it isn't Billy Roy Parnell? Where in the world did y'all find this ol' cowboy?" she asked Rex and Rhonda. Rex laughed and said, "Billy Roy is in town for a hearing with Congress next week. I couldn't hardly leave him to fend for hisself tonight, now could I?" Southern belle Grace said, "Of course not! Come here Billy Roy and give this girl a hug!" "Don't mind if I do ma'am," the guy she called Billy Roy replied. He was a tall and chiseled man. He wore jeans and cowboy boots. And he looked like he belonged in the cowboy boots. Like he'd been wearing them all of his life. He epitomized what some know as "The Marlboro Man." By the time Grace got around to introducing him to me, I was feeling very small. And when he grabbed my hand to shake it, it actually hurt and I grimaced reflexively. "Nice to meet ya Danni," he said in his Texas drawl. "Congratulations on ropin' this here calf," he said, referring to Grace. "Ah, th, thank you," I answered somewhat meekly. "Nice to meet you too." I was immediately feeling thrown off by this turn of events. Grace took charge and told me, "Why don't you set another place for Billy Roy Danni. Rex? Can you fix us some drinks?" She then greeted Rhonda with a big girl hug and they began chattering about their day shopping. Rhonda was, apparently, wearing a new dress she'd bought that day. While the four of them chatted and waited for Rex to fix everyone drinks, I added a place setting on the table for Billy Roy. Fuck! He was really a piece of work. And he sure seemed to feel comfortable around Grace. An unsettled sensation shrouded me. I joined them on the balcony when I finished in the dining room. Rex handed me a glass of Chardonnay. They all seemed so at ease with each other. Rex and Billy Roy sort of dominated the conversation, talking guy talk about oil and sports. As for Grace and Rhonda, they both seemed enthralled with everything the men were saying. I was feeling a bit like an outsider. I was in a sort of ambiguous spot - neither in with the guys, nor the girls. I just felt, well, small. And maybe, insignificant? Grace's attention was squarely on Billy Roy, her eyes almost ablaze with what I read as desire. I wondered if they'd ever been with each other. They certainly behaved as though they were very familiar. After a little while drinking and listening to Rex and Billy Roy regale us with their Texas stories, Grace suggested we eat. That was my cue to go prepare dinner. As I moved about the kitchen getting things ready, Rhonda joined me. "So, little brother," she began, "How's married life?" I wasn't sure exactly how to respond. At the moment, I was feeling a bit overwhelmed because of how the addition of one unexpected person had shifted the tone of our evening. It was no longer my wife and me, and my sister and her boyfriend. Billy Roy made it feel more like Grace and him, and the others, and then me. I almost felt like it would not have mattered if I was wearing a skirt. "It's good," was my answer to Rhonda. "Grace sure seems happy. I'm glad things are going well." I had to agree. Grace seemed happy. But was it because of me? Or Billy Roy? I couldn't determine. I served everyone, with Rhonda's help, and then we all began eating dinner, with lots of conversation going on among the others. As for me, I was quiet, taking in the different conversations going on around me. Rex had opened a few bottles of Cabernet and made sure that our glasses remained full. As a result, everyone was pretty loose, including me. I relaxed as the evening wore on. Billy Roy and Rex each made a big deal about telling me what a great job I'd done preparing dinner. They also made a point to congratulate Grace on landing a husband who was such a good cook. Their compliments weren't delivered in a way that made me feel more feminine, but they didn't exactly make me feel more masculine either. When we finished with dessert, everyone retired into the living room. Rhonda helped me carry the dishes to the kitchen and then rejoined everyone while I loaded the dishwasher. When I entered the living room, Rhonda and Rex were by the elevator with Grace and Billy Roy, apparently saying goodnight. I wondered why it did not seem that Billy Roy was leaving with them. Seeing me approach, Rhonda and Rex told me again how much they appreciated dinner. Rhonda gave me a hug and stroked my shoulder, lingering on my bra strap, clearly recognizing that I was wearing a bra beneath my shirt. She smiled knowingly at me as she said goodnight. I was still confused as to what was going on, and why Billy Roy was not leaving. After the elevator door closed, Grace, Billy Roy and I stood together, and looked at each other in kind of an awkward moment. It was as though Billy Roy was also unsure why he was still in our apartment. Grace said to Billy Roy, "Why don't you fix us all another drink Billy Roy? I need to talk to Danni for a minute." She turned to walk toward our bedroom and said, "Would you come with me Danni?" Hesitantly, I followed Grace. When I entered our bedroom, she closed the door behind me and pulled me to her and kissed me with a soft, passionate kiss. We broke and she was smiling at me, but not just a happy smile. It was her smile that signaled that she had something on her mind. ?What?s going on?? I asked her. Grace looked down to the floor, kind of shyly, and then looked back up to me, biting her lower lip. I had a desperate and uncomfortable feeling. ?Grace?? ?Um, I was, ah thinking, ah, that maybe we could, mmm, well, how would you feel if we invited Billy Roy to stay tonight?? ?You mean to spend the night?? ?Well, ah, not just spend the night. I was sort of thinking, well, last Saturday was so great, I was wondering if we could do it again.? She looked at me expectantly. Wishfully. She wanted us to invite another man into our bed. Two weeks in a row. Was she asking me to participate again? ?Do you want to?? I asked her, not sure what else to say. She nodded to me. ?Uh huh. I do. Do you mind?? Did I mind? Had I thought that last Saturday was a one-time thing? If I was honest with myself, I couldn?t say that I thought we?d never do what we?d done again. I just hadn?t considered it happening quite so soon. I had thought that one night might hold Grace over for a while. That it would be just the two of us for a while. But thinking of it now, I couldn?t deny that I had noticed the way Grace had been looking at Billy Roy with a certain, hungry gaze all evening. ?Have you ever been with him before?? I boldly asked her. I had to know. Grace looked at me and then said, ?Yes. A few times.? ?I see. So, how do you want to do this?? I asked. ?Do you want me to leave you alone with him?? Her response was immediate and emphatic. ?Absolutely not! I want you there baby! Just like last time. I always want you to be there,? she added, importuning the future. ?Does, ah, Billy Roy know?? I asked. She shook her not head. ?I haven?t mentioned it. I wanted to ask you. But I don?t think he?ll mind,? she added, smiling seductively. ?No. I don?t suppose he would. I?ve seen how he looks at you. What about me though?? ?Well, I don?t think he would want to do it with you dressed as you are. But if we, ah, pretty you up, then, maybe he?d see you differently.? ?Uh huh,? I said. ?What do you have in mind?? ?Take off your clothes,? she said, the decision made, as she went to her closet. When she returned I was stripped to my lingerie. Grace had an identical outfit to what she was wearing. Had she bought it today? She helped dress me, filling my bra cups with by breast forms. She then fit my long auburn wig onto my head, fastening it securely, and then led me to her vanity and expertly made up my face. Within moments, we were two beautiful women each dressed identically. Grace stood me up and looked into my eyes. ?You look awesome Danni! Are you ready?? I nodded nervously. ?I guess so,? I whispered in response. ?You?ll be great. And thank you Danni. You don?t know how much I appreciate this,? she said, the excitement tinging her voice. ?You?re welcome,? I replied. ?And how are we going to do this?? ?Would you like me to take charge this time?? she asked. Relieved that she wasn?t expecting me to tell Billy Roy that I wanted him to fuck my wife, I said, ?That would be nice.? She smiled understandingly. ?Okay. Just follow my lead then. Okay?? ?Okay,? I agreed. Leading me by the hand, Grace and I exited our bedroom and went to rejoin Billy Roy. His expression was priceless. He must have realized, intellectually, that the girl with Grace was me. But it was also clear that he couldn?t really believe it. He watched us closely as we approached. He handed us our drinks when we reached him. ?Why thank you Billy Roy,? Grace cooed in the southern drawl she used whenever she spoke to him. Billy Roy was looking at me intently. ?I think you?ve met my husband, Dannielle?? she cooed, reintroducing me. ?Fuck!? was his reaction. ?I didn?t believe it when they told me. But fuck! You?re hot!? ?Told you?? Grace asked, herself confused as to what he meant. ?Ah, when they told me your husband wore a dress at your wedding. They said he was beautiful. But I had no idea.? ?Isn?t that sweet,? she teased. ?He thinks you?re pretty baby. Can you say thank you?? ?Ah, thank you,? I whispered. ?She is beautiful,? Grace agreed. She leaned over and kissed me softly, but seductively, while Billy Roy watched, as if we were two women making out for him. She then turned to Billy Roy and kissed him, equally seductively, while I watched. Grace wasted no time making her move, once it was clear that Billy Roy wasn?t going to resist her approach. She began unbuttoning his shirt and removed it. She then kissed him again, and lowered her mouth to his chest. She pulled me in to join her, and I began kissing him as well. As I continued kissing Billy Roy?s muscular chest, Grace sank to her knees and began unbuckling his belt. She dropped his jeans to the floor, and then pulled his cowboy boots off, helping him out of his jeans. With a quick movement, she pulled his drawers down too, and before I knew it, Billy Roy was standing naked before us. Grace stood up and resumed kissing Billy Roy. She alternated between kissing him and kissing me. Her hand was wrapped around his shaft. She took one of my hands and placed it on his cock along with hers. He was huge! I mean he was fucking huge! Tom, last weekend, was only average by comparison. Suddenly, Grace stepped back and left me standing alone with Billy Roy, holding his cock all by myself as I kissed him on his chest. I felt weird to be touching him alone, without my wife involved. Somehow, with her, it didn?t seem so bad. But now, I was the only person touching Billy Roy?s massive cock. And he didn?t seem to mind. Grace removed her top and scooched her skirt to the floor and stepped out of that. She was now standing before us in heels, garter strap and hose, panties and a bra. But she did not stop there. Seductively, as only a woman can do, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it slide off of her shoulders, revealing her large, full, excited breasts to Billy Roy and me. His eyes were like saucers. He couldn?t believe what was happening. Then, Grace shimmied out of her panties in that sexy way women do. Rejoining us, she began rubbing Billy Roy?s naked body with hers, while I stood right next to them, the only one still dressed. Grace was in charge, so I didn?t do anything to advance matters. My hand remained wrapped, just barely, around Billy Roy?s dick. Then, Grace turned to me and lifted my shirt off of me, revealing my bra, filled with breast forms, to Billy Roy. I don?t know what he was thinking about how I managed to have such large breasts, when earlier I did not. He asked, ?Are those real!?? Answering for me, Grace replied teasingly, ?Not yet.? Grace then helped me remove my skirt, so that I was nearly naked. Before I could stop her, she pulled my panties down, revealing my penis caged within the plexiglass chastity device. Billy Roy stared at it in wonderment. Grace then removed her necklace and squatted in front of me to unlock the prison. Freeing me, I immediately began to grow. Grace took me in her hand and kissed the tip of my penis. She then pulled Billy Roy toward her mouth and kissed his cock as well. She brought each of our members to her lips and began kissing first one, and then the other. Billy Roy and I each were watching her attend to us. She held our cocks in her hands, positioning them right next to each other. Grace brought them into contact with each other, rubbing Billy Roy?s cock against mine. I felt mine react in the manner I had experienced in the past when Grace commented upon my size. I shrank. Next to Billy Roy?s humongous cock, mine was positively tiny. It was embarrassing. But Grace continued to rub me against Billy Roy. ?Isn?t my husband sweet to let me have your cock Billy Roy?? Grace asked. ?Do you see why?? she added unnecessarily. Fuck! I actually got bigger when she said that. ?It is kinda small,? Billy Roy agreed. ?But her mouth is magical,? Grace said. ?Want her to suck your cock?? Fuck! Grace was calling me ?her? in front of Billy Roy! What was she up to? Billy Roy answered, ?Uh, sure. Yeah.? ?Sissy?? Grace said to me. I looked at her, stunned at what she?d just called me. ?Go on,? she directed me. ?Suck him. Get him hard for me.? Embarrassed beyond belief, and yet unable to refuse her, I sank to my knees, obediently taking Billy Roy?s big cock into my hands, and brought him to my mouth. As with Tom the previous week, I began with soft kisses up and down his thick shaft. As I did so, Grace moved in and began to help me. Together, we kissed and licked Billy Roy?s cock. I felt an incredible, and equally indescribable, rush to be kissing a man?s cock with my wife right there with me doing the same thing. He was so fucking big that I had no idea that I?d be able to get any part of him into my mouth. Grace took him into her mouth first, sliding her lips halfway down his shaft, and then withdrawing, and then moving my mouth to him and directed me to swallow him. Fuck! He was so fat! I just couldn?t believe Grace would soon be taking him into her pussy. Billy Roy was making known his appreciation for our efforts. While I remained on my knees, Grace stood up and began kissing Billy Roy. Then I heard her say, ?I have to have you Billy Roy! I need your cock inside of me,? she pleaded urgently. ?Uh, okay,? he agreed somewhat numbly. He seemed overwhelmed from what was happening. ?Where?? Grace suddenly shoved him backwards, pushing him away from me and causing him to fall back onto the couch. Grace then moved quickly to his lap and sat down onto his cock. From my position on the floor, on my knees, I watched as he slowly disappeared into her cunt. Almost unconsciously, my hand wrapped itself around my now hard penis. Grace groaned audibly as Billy Roy stretched her pussy so wide I was afraid it would tear. ?Oh God! Billy Roy! Oh my! I almost forgot how big you are!? she cried out, reminding me that she?d fucked him before. ?No need to baby,? he replied. ?Any time, ol? Billy Roy is happy to oblige.? ?Yes!? she answered. ?Yes!? Grace began sliding up and down his cock. I was mesmerized at Billy Roy?s size, not to mention Grace?s enthusiastic reaction to having him inside of her. As she fucked him, and I stroked my own penis, Grace called back to me, ?Come here baby. Lick him while he fucks me.? I didn?t know what she meant at first. Then it hit me. I crawled over to them and leaned in, positioning my mouth up next to Grace?s pussy, and as she lifted off of Billy Roy, exposing his cock, I licked and sucked on him, tasting Grace?s pussy juice on him in the process. Grace began riding him faster and faster, crying out her pleasure as she did so. She became wetter and wetter as she was fucked by his massive dick. I became caught up in the excitement, tasting Grace on him as she rode him harder and harder. Suddenly, I felt him tense up. He was about to cum inside of Grace. And on the next lift up by Grace, his cock was covered in sperm, leaving me now tasting his cum mixed with Grace. He must have been filling her with a huge load of his jizz, as with each lift his cock was covered in even more gooey, thick cream. I began licking and sucking it hungrily. Grace continued to fuck Billy Roy, his cock still large and firm even after ejaculation, as I cleaned as much of his release as I could before he disappeared into Grace again. Billy Roy, despite having cum, continued to fuck Grace, and she did not stop letting him know how good it felt. Finally, after the longest time, Grace began to slow down and slowly settled onto Billy Roy. She leaned in and hugged him, kissing him full on his mouth while my mouth was still next to her crotch, her sitting on him, his cock still inside of her. His cum was drooling out of her pussy and I was licking it up as it did. Billy Roy exclaimed, ?Fuck Grace! That was amazing!? ?Mmmm. Yeah. It was,? she cooed, her feminine satisfaction evident. Grace then looked back at me and asked, ?Are you ready Sissy?? I was. ?Yes,? I answered. ?Okay,? she said as she let Billy Roy?s soft, but still huge cock, slip out of her pussy. She swung off of him and sat down next to him, letting her thighs fall open wide. Within seconds a load of thick sperm leaked out. I quickly leaned in and lapped it up with my tongue. Grace pulled my mouth to her pussy and I opened wide and, creating suction, I began sucking on her. Grace began bucking against me, reacting to my tongue inside of her. Billy Roy must have been stunned. He exclaimed, ?Well fuck me! I never saw anything like that!? Grace?s pussy was full of his cum. There was so much. I was beyond shame at what I was doing. I was enjoying pleasing Grace in this way. I continued to suck on her until she was empty. My face was covered with Billy Roy?s sperm. Grace looked at me and smiled. ?I think you need to go clean up baby,? she smiled sweetly. ?You?re kind of a mess.? I rose from my knees and left them there alone while I went to wash up. When I came out of the bathroom, Grace and Billy Roy were in our bed, and he was on top of her, obviously fucking her. Grace?s hands were grasping the headboard of our bed as she lifted her pelvis off of the bed to meet Billy Roy?s intrusion. She turned to me as I came out of the bathroom. ?Come here Sissy,? she beckoned me as Billy Roy slid in and out of her pussy. I crawled up next to her and she pulled my mouth to her nipples. I began sucking on her, shifting with each thrust by Billy Roy into my wife. Grace was moaning and groaning as she was being fucked again, this time with me sucking her breasts. Suddenly, without warning, Grace groaned, ?Fuck Sissy Billy Roy!? Both he and I must have had similar reactions. He paused, as did I. Had we heard correctly? ?Fuck her!? Grace reiterated. ?Get on top of me baby,? she told me. Without thinking, I crawled onto her, my face toward hers, my butt now lifted into the air, up toward where Billy Roy was kneeling between Grace?s thighs. Then, within a matter of seconds, I felt it. Billy Roy had withdrawn from Grace?s pussy, and using her lubrication, he pressed against me, slipping the tip of his large shaft into my ass. At first, it hurt. I moaned in response. Grace coached me, ?Relax baby. Just let him in.? I tried to relax, and as I did, he slipped in a little more. Could I really take this man into me? Billy Roy seemed practiced at anal penetration, as he slowly inched his way, seemingly in no hurry, but in no way appearing to be about to stop either. The further he impaled me, the more comfortable it became. I?d been fucked before by Grace. But the sensation of having a rubber dildo inside of me did not compare to having a living, breathing cock fucking me. This was incredible! I couldn?t deny it, even though I felt that I should. It felt so good. Before I knew it, I was responding involuntarily to Billy Roy. ?Yes!? I cried out. ?Oh yes!? Billy Roy began rocking in and out, sliding his cock back and forth in my ass. Grace grasped my penis in her hand and began jacking me off while Billy Roy fucked me. Within minutes I was swept away in the erotic coupling Grace had orchestrated. ?Oh Billy Roy!? I screamed. ?Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!? I cried out loud as my cherry was taken by Billy Roy. As he fucked me hard, Grace continued to masturbate me. Then, feeling an orgasm begin to sweep over me, I felt the first blast of sperm filling me. Fuck! I could not have imagined how it felt if I?d only been told. The sensation of having a jet of hot sperm filling my insides was unlike anything I?d ever experienced. He fired his seed repeatedly in rhythmic ejaculations, leaving load after hot sticky load of his sperm squishing inside of me. And as he did, with the assistance of Grace, I spewed my cum all over her stomach and tits. Then, when it was over, I collapsed onto Grace, my sperm covering both of us, and Billy Roy fell on top of me as well, breathing deeply next to my ear. The three of us fell asleep in a heap together. In the morning, I woke up first, and snuck away to clean up and then go make breakfast. I slipped into a nightgown and robe to fix breakfast. It was the strangest thing, but I wanted to treat Billy Roy special. After what he?d done to me, I just felt this emotional connection to him. I could not explain it. After I had everything ready, I went to see if Grace and Billy Roy were awake yet. They were. And he was on top of Grace, giving her a nice morning fuck. I just stood there and watched as this amazing man gave my wife another great orgasm. When they finished, I announced that breakfast would be served soon. Grace told me they?d be right there. I left them to get up and went to the kitchen to finish up. As I worked at the stove, Grace came up to me and hugged me from behind. ?Good morning sweetie,? she cooed. ?How do you feel?? I turned to her and smiled. ?I feel good. How about you?? She giggled. ?I feel really good. Thank you.? ?Hmmm,? I replied. ?Perhaps I should be thanking you.? Grace replied with a big wet kiss. ?I?m so happy you feel that way baby. And when you?re ready, I know someone who can help you with a pair of real breasts.? I grinned at her, enjoying the moment as Grace, once again, seemed poised to get her way. ?Really? Why am I not surprised?? Grace shrugged and said, ?I wouldn?t know what you mean Sissy,? she answered coyly. ?When can you call?? was my reply. So, that was where things were going with Grace and me. My fall to Grace was complete. I had no doubt that Grace may have known where she was taking me all along. And while I, obviously, didn?t go along completely of my own free will, the truth is that I had been slowly realizing that the changes Grace brought about in me were really not changes at all, but rather the cultivation of a person that was always in me. In the best of worlds and relationships, that is what our partners can hopefully achieve with each other. And while I know some readers may have wished this story had taken a different tack, I wouldn?t have had it end any other way. After all, I am a sissy, and this is the life for me. And as for Grace and me, we lived happily ever after. That much I can assure you. And I?ll leave to the readers to imagine their own version of ?happily ever after.? AUTHOR?S NOTE What can I say? This story certainly took longer than I ever thought it would to bring to a conclusion. And for taking so long, to the extent it was annoying to anyone, I apologize. I truly thought when I began publishing the first chapters that I was far enough along that I would have completed it far sooner than I did. But, as I indicated, life got in the way. And despite that, I was determined to develop the story as fully as I believed that I could, even at the cost of having such long delays between some postings. I think it is obvious that I did not write such a story solely for myself. Otherwise, I would not have sought a public medium such as Fictionmania to present it. And I love and appreciate Fictionmania and all of the people who manage it for our community for creating this outlet. So, it goes without saying that I do enjoy the comments. And I truly mean it when I say that I appreciate all comments, positive and negative. I feel that if a reader has a negative response to the story, that at least means they care enough about what they are reading to react to it. Some expressed frustration at how Danni appeared so weak, and even stupid, to be succumbing to Grace all along. After all, he was an attorney and way too smart to be fooled so easily. But my experience in life is that most of us are fully capable of acting contrary to logic from time to time, depending upon the external forces at play. The ability to act completely rationally in ones profession does not necessarily translate into similar behavior in all things. Who doesn?t know, for example, a woman who is in all things in her life amazing and yet, remains in an abusive relationship against all logic of self- preservation? There seems to be no explaining it, and yet it does occur. Of course, in a work of fiction, such things may become exaggerated. Any one who has read anything by Tom Wolfe (alert! I am no Tom Wolfe!) understands what I am saying. A thread of this story that some seemed to discount however, is that Danni found his way to the thrill of lingerie entirely on his own. No one tricked him, manipulated him, or led him to wear lingerie when he was a boy, just as no one led me to do so when I was a boy. Most of us who realize at some point in our lives that we are sissies began as young boys finding our way into our mothers? or sisters? underwear drawers. However, just as many of us do, Danni suppressed his deep- seated desire. Thus, Grace wasn?t the person who tricked him and manipulated him into wearing lingerie. Did she manipulate him during their relationship? Of course she did. Haven?t we all been manipulated in relationships before? Is this a new concept? I don?t think so. Were her intentions good? Perhaps not at all times. But again, this is not uncommon. I believe we all have, from time to time, tried to lead someone we love to take a certain course of action because we believe it is for their own good, just as some of us have done so in order to obtain something we want entirely for ourselves. Humans are complex creatures, and there is usually more than one explanation for any given set of behaviors. Another thing is that this is erotic fiction. One or more readers wondered if this was a story about me. It is certainly a story that rose up from within me. If anyone has read my blog, ?Leeanne?s Sissy Musings,? you know part of my personal story. I have actually not completely told the entire story because it is a difficult tale to tell, and I have intentionally suspended telling more details because I was intent to finish this story, as well as maintain the blog on a regular basis. Nothing is more frustrating to me than to find a blog I enjoy and then the blogger disappears for lengths of time. But if you haven?t, and are curious, go back to the first month or so of my blog and read. In the end, despite the misgivings and frustrations of some who read the story, I think of this as a happy story. Grace helps Danni find his/her true inner self. His mother and sister completely accept Danni and they, perhaps more so than most of the other characters, demonstrate that his transformation through his relationship with Grace is not unexpected, and they find nothing but joy from it. I was tempted to develop their stories more, but opted against doing so as this was about Danni and Grace. All other characters were primarily intended to advance their story. I thank everyone for reading my story, regardless of how you ultimately react to the conclusion. I could have written more about Danni?s and Grace?s life together. But then I leave nothing to the reader?s imagination. The only thing I leave you with is the assurance that Danni and Grace are a match made in heaven. Wouldn?t it be wonderful if we were all so lucky?